window break

last week, as I arrived home, I could see a whole spectacular of paranoia and old-age when my family told me that someone had thrown a stone through the window. My brother immediatly created an scenario in which we are the next victims of robbery and entering in the neighborhood. My parents were amazed by the fact that the pieces of shattered glass were spread all over the living room and the hole in the window was so little.
Some days have gone by and what amazes me now is that they are putting bars all over the place as if a decent robber could't
a) see that there sin't much worth robbing home.
b) get rid of some bars right away.

Now, I don't want to use an image as clumsy as the caged bird. So think about any other creature behind bars with a sad face and that's me.